Some moments exist between. Between knowing and unknowing, between presence and absence, between one world and the next. These poems and musings belong to the spaces that defy definition, where the lines blur and meaning lingers in the in-between.
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We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing…
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Fatigue vibrates in my core A hum beneath my skin. A weary echo, pulsing low, A song I cannot dim
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If for a lingering moment I could talk with a mighty oak tree; A weathered sentinel, an ancient descent Of time’s unfurling tapestry.
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Cathartic celestial dew On a parched journey’s path. Tear-shaped diamonds fall In a pitter-patter’s dance.
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How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
my letters from beyond the fire 